nashuaworldcup Chapter 72 Who Moved My King?
Chapter 72 Who Moved My King?
The faint morning light tried to squeeze through the heavy curtains, only letting out a very pale gray-white sliver through the gaps.
Inside the bedroom of the Sajo family mansion, a sweet, comforting scent still lingered in the air.
It's a blend of the warmth of the bed sheet fibers, the lingering floral scent in the girl's hair, and the faint fragrance of the old cherry tree outside the window.
Arthur maintained that slightly stiff posture, his right arm around Ayaka's shoulder, his left hand flat at his side with his fingers slightly spread, unsure of where to put it.
Aige curled up in his arms like a lazy cat, the hem of her white lace nightgown rolled up above her knees.
His right leg was slightly bent and placed across his lap, his right arm was draped over his chest, and his fingers were gripping the front of his collar.
Even in her sleep, a satisfied smile remained on her lips.
However, in this almost frozen stillness, a few white petals that should not have been there silently drifted down from the void.
Petals fell onto Arthur's golden hair... wildflowers from Lake Avalon.
"Yay! My dearest Arthur, how does it feel to sleep on the bed in this other world? Isn't it much softer than the grass of Avalon?"
A light, sweet, and slightly teasing female voice exploded directly in the depths of Arthur's consciousness.
Arthur suddenly opened his eyes. This kind of illusionary communication that transcends dimensions and ignores defenses can only be done by one person in this world.
"Merry..."
Arthur sighed helplessly to himself, while subconsciously checking the status of the anchor point using the Dragon Force River.
Meryl's anchor point glowed faintly on the left side of his chest, emanating a warm tremor that he was very familiar with, somewhere between "peeping" and "voyeurism".
In his retinal image, countless petals converged to form a blurry yet graceful figure.
The Flower Magician with dreamy silver-white hair and wearing a magician's robe.
He was sitting in the void, holding a teacup that appeared out of nowhere, observing the scene with great interest.
"Oh my gosh, what's going on here?" Meryl's voice suddenly rose an octave, filled with an excitement that seemed to thrive on drama.
The teacup in her hand turned into flower petals and vanished. She leaned forward, and the phantom's nose almost touched Arthur's face.
"Who is that little girl who's holding you so tightly? Let me see..."
She reached out and gently brushed aside the air, like parting a curtain, clearing away the hazy images in her consciousness.
"Wow, an anomaly connected to the Root? This is no ordinary opponent."
Arthur, I only took a short nap, and you've already found a 'second' person to share my bed with?
As she spoke, she moved even closer, pressing herself against the edge of Arthur's consciousness, her eyes sparkling with indescribable pleasure.
"So my little prince likes this type. If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered creating this dream; I could have just put on a lace nightgown."
"Merry, it's not what you think." Arthur tried to maintain his kingly dignity in his mind, but that slight unease still traveled through the magical connection.
Meryl's phantom sniffed the air; she could even sense his heartbeat through the magical connection.
At this moment, his heartbeat was half a beat faster than usual because of some unspeakable unease.
"Oh? It's not what I thought? That's typical lines from a heartless man."
Mary let out a pleasant laugh. The phantom circled in his mind and then squatted down in front of him, resting its chin on its hands.
"You were so innocent back then, how come you started to 'generously' share your bed after you came into this world?"
Have I given you too many anchors, or has the world taught you this kind of hospitality?
"...Aiko just can't sleep."
Arthur explained, though even he himself found the reason weak.
"Besides, you should know that I haven't done anything out of line."
"Of course I know you're innocent, because I saw it all clearly." Meryl's voice became slightly resentful, yet also carried a hint of mischief.
"But it is precisely because I can see it clearly that I feel heartbroken, my king, your bed that belongs only to me."
"To think that I'd been invaded by this girl who exudes a dangerous aura—this feeling of 'being robbed' is truly heartbreaking."
Just as Merry was rambling on, Sajou Aika, who was in Arthur's arms, suddenly stirred.
She didn't open her eyes, but as the source of connection, her perception of "abnormality" was extremely acute.
Suddenly, a magical fluctuation, carrying a floral scent, intruded into her sweet dream, making her feel inexplicably uneasy.
"...It's so noisy."
Ai Ge frowned slightly, her tightly closed eyelashes trembling. She stretched out her hand, her slender fingers making a light stroke in the air.
This stroke actually forced a disruption to Meryl's illusionary communication!
Sizzle, crackle.
"?!"
Far away in another dimension, in the sea of flowers of Avalon, Merry, who was watching the drama unfold through illusion, let out a short gasp.
She discovered that her telescopic view was showing intense static.
"Who is it? Spying on Arthur?" Aige finally opened her eyes, and a dark red killing intent flashed across the depths of her originally ethereal sapphire pupils.
She looked up and met Arthur's helpless eyes, then looked at the petals that had not yet completely dissipated in the air.
"That frivolous and disgusting smell... is it from that magician named Merry?"
Aige sat up, her silk nightgown slipping off her shoulders, and gave a sweet yet chilling smile to the void.
"Even if someone is from Arthur's side, entering the king's bedroom without permission is a capital offense."
"Hey, we've been found out."
Meryl's voice rang out again, this time not in Arthur's mind, but through the physical resonance caused by the petals in the air.
The petals began to swirl again in the void, gathering into a small vortex that refracted the sound into audible air vibrations.
"As expected of the 'heroine' of this world, her intuition is truly terrifying. But little girl, Arthur is my king."
Even though he's now in another world, half of his property is still inscribed with the name of Britain.
"ownership?"
Aige's tone turned cold. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Arthur's neck, provocatively kissing him on the cheek, before staring coldly into the void.
"The Arthur of this world, from his hair to his soul, belongs entirely to me."
"Britain what, magicians what? If you dare to steal from me, I'll erase your world coordinates completely."
Caught between two inhuman "monsters," Arthur felt the violently fluctuating magical energy density in the air and his head was throbbing with pain.
Then he reached out and gently put his right arm around Ai Ge's shoulder, pulling her back from that tense posture, as if she were ready to activate her root authority at any moment, and she leaned back into his arms.
At the same time, he raised his left hand and gently waved it in the void. Dragon power surged from his fingertips, stabilizing the petal vortex that Melly used to transmit messages.
"Okay, Mary, you're not just contacting me like this to tease me, are you?"
Arthur spoke, and the dragon power he emitted forcefully calmed the rampaging magic in the room.
"Okay, okay, that's enough joking." Mary's voice regained a hint of seriousness, but still carried a smile.
"Arthur, I'm here to remind you because you forcibly repaired the star orbit, and that Star Sword has attracted the attention of the outer world."
The corrective force of this spacetime is increasing; you may not have much time left for your "date."
Arthur's expression turned serious. "I understand."
In her arms, Aige's fingers gripped the front of his pajamas tightly. "Then let it come. I'll tell it who in this world truly needs to be corrected."
"Love Song." Arthur gently pressed the back of her hand.
"And..." Meryl's voice became lighter.
"Although I hate it when others share my king, if it's Arthur's decision..."
I'll have the finest black tea ready in Britain, awaiting Her Highness's challenge.
"I will go." Aigo held Arthur's hand tightly, her eyes filled with a chilling determination.
"Britain, is it? If it's the place Arthur guards, I'll turn it into the most beautiful garden."
With the petals scattered, Merry's communication was completely cut off.
The bedroom returned to silence, with only a sliver of gray-white light seeping through the gap in the curtains and the crisp morning chirping of sparrows in a tree outside the window.
"Arthur," Aika rested her head against Arthur's chest and asked softly, "Did that Mary really sleep with you?"
Arthur froze, avoiding Ayaka's burning and possessive gaze, and coughed lightly.
"That was just... a necessary rest to relieve fatigue, nothing more."
"Hmph, I'll settle accounts with her myself when we get to Britain."